Get Your Sage On

I am happy to announce that I am now offering house cleansing and blessings. Yes, that’s right! I will come to your house, equipped with dried white sage and an open mind, and smudge away any residual or stagnant energy.

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As an intuitive medium, I am frequently asked to validate clients’ personal experiences with the paranormal. Clients often retell stories of hearing sounds and smells throughout their homes like toys randomly going off in the middle of the night, the sounds of pans clanking although no one is in the kitchen, the sound of water running or dripping with no evidence of plumbing issues, or odd smells, the smell of cigars burning at a certain time, the smell of fire wood in the middle of summer, the smell of your dead grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, etc. To me, the sensory overloads, while frightening to those who are unaware, are ways that loved ones who have passed try to communicate with us. The residual energy from our loved ones who have passed present themselves as a way to provide validation that our loved ones are still with us. Stagnant energy is a little different from residual energy.

Have you ever walked into a part of a house and automatically felt enraged, sad, or anxiety out of nowhere? Or have you ever had new furniture delivered to your house and felt frustrated, pissed off, rushed but not sure why? Or do you ever wonder while little Johnny is afraid to enter Uncle Bob’s dining room without being able to express why? These are examples of stagnant energy. Children specifically have a keen sense of picking up on energy that does not feel right. Unlike residual energy that is connected with a loved one who has passed, stagnant energy can stumble even the most advanced spiritual gurus as the source of the energy is often overlooked or not easily identified. When I walk into a client’s home and feel stagnant energy, I smudge away the energy with dried white sage and bless the room before I proceed with a reading.

How do I prep for a house cleanse?

  • Crack open several windows
    • The dried sage can be unpleasant for those with a sensitivity to smells
    • This allows the residual or stagnant energy to “leave” the house
  • Identify problem areas of the house
    • Not a must but can help to add extra protection during my walk through
  • The people who reside in the house be present
    • Not a must but I cleanse their aura for added benefit and provide insight on the source of the residual or stagnant energy

Cost?

$80 within an hour away

$150 within two hours away

How do I pay?

I have a Paypal and a Venmo account. I can invoice you beforehand if needed.

Blessings and Light,

The Drunken Medium

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Yoga Groove

“Why does anyone join yoga? After all, how can I ever get my body to twist like a pretzel or stand on my head and get any benefit? Yoga is only a girl thing. Dudes are not allowed.” I had many similar sentiments prior to starting my spiritual journey. As an intuitive medium I have learned to lead by faith. Shortly after a life-changing conversation at a bar (link to blog) in the summer of 2014, my inner guidance, intuition, a small voice within led me to yoga and eventually my current yoga studio, The Yoga Project in Fort Worth. My Ego subsided as my faith kicked into overdrive. “Just how and why did your intuition lead you to yoga,” you may ask?

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For a couple of months after my life-changing conversation at a bar I felt I was walking on clouds. I felt like I was floating through life; going through the motions but consumed by images and feeling that were not necessarily my images or feelings. Somehow I sensed what I needed was to rid myself of this real life-daydream feeling. My body, my soul needed an anchor. My soul needed to be tied down. I needed grounding. The energy that I was absorbing was draining me. It was making me fatigued and loopy. I don’t consider myself a guru of meditation; however, I have always known the power of prayer and meditation. It was through prayer and meditation I received the answer: yoga. Today I recognize that I had an overactive crown and solar plexus chakra and I desperately needed to strengthen my root chakra to balance my energy.

My first experience with yoga was through an app I downloaded on my smart phone.  I learned the name of poses, breathing techniques, and what a modified pose should look like. I will admit though, I did not have the form that can only be learned from a yogi. Again, my inner guidance indicated that I needed a yoga studio. My inner guidance manifested itself in Groupons, promotional introductory emails, and Facebook ads within days of each other. I tried a handful of yoga studios in the Fort Worth area. I learned a great deal, but none of them felt like home. After a year search of avoiding year-long contracts, autodrafts, and schedules that conflicted with mine, I set my intentions to find a studio that was right for me.

I vividly recall the moment I saw The Yoga Project in Fort Worth Facebook ad. The fact that I could practice yoga while overlooking the Trinity River almost sold me. Fortunately for me, the Fort Worth studio is conveniently located down the road from work. The fact that I could practice during lunch and purchase ten classes at a time and have a year to use them, thus avoiding contracts, won me over. Again, my intuition delivered with meeting all my expectations and more. It has been a year and a half and I have gained so much more than what I expected.

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Through yoga I have expanded my own personal intuition. Through yoga I have acquainted myself with my own chakra system. And through yoga, my mediumship abilities have catapulted to levels that leave me in awe. Each time I step in the yoga studio is like walking into a sanctuary. I feel and see everyone’s energy. I sense everyone’s love converging to one singular heartbeat.  I feel the energy of self-determination of everyone present. On occasion, I have sensed people’s loved ones who have passed present in the studio, watching, cheering on their child/grandchild as they commence their personal path to self-discovery. In a bold move on my part, but guided by my inner guidance, I even delivered a message to a yogi. Yes, I have found my studio: this studio is my temple and my yoga mat is my souls’ Eucharist.

Soul mates

This blog is dedicated to Sgt. Kirk Stowell. As we honor the great men and women of this country who fight for a greater cause, I thank you. Not every session leaves an impression. You; however, left an indelible mark. Thank you for showing me the true meaning of soul mates.

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“Soul mates. It’s extremely rare, but it exists. Sort of like twin souls tuning into each other. Apparently, even in death,” Albert says in the movie, What Dreams May Come. The word “soul mate” is blatantly overused in today’s world and the significance of the word is lost. “She is my soul mate,” is often thrown around in the early stages of a relationship, but later loses its luster as the butterflies in your stomach fade. On June 7, 2016, my client, Jessica, exposed to me the true meaning of soul mates; the heavenly essence of soul mates.

Our session started normal. I recited how I work. I clarified once more that I could not control the loved ones who appear, but I know that the message to be delivered is what needs to be heard. Kirk made his presence known. I felt a male energy; however, he was not concerned with validating himself, how he passed, or his connection with Jessica. Kirk immediately tackled the health issues inflicting Jessica, Jessica’s dog, and Kirk’s little brother. Only after the health issues were addressed did Kirk validate himself: a proud Army soldier with a deep rooted love for Jessica.  Images of the Empire State Building played in my mind’s eye. Kirk took full control of our session to show me the meaning of his love for Jessica. “Love is beautiful when it’s professed, but it’s only meaningful when it’s practiced,” as the adage states.

Our session was no longer normal. It was amazingly stunning. In full control, Kirk placed me in a living room. I was Kirk. For the first time ever I was someone else. All five senses were engaged. It was as if I was teleported to Jessica’s house as Kirk’s soul. I was on a couch nestled between a boy and a girl watching the Disney channel. The love I had for these children is unconditional and tremendous. The surges of love flooded my soul. I turned my head back to see Jessica in the kitchen making dinner. I embrace her as to let her know everything is going to be ok. He later placed me in a play room. I was playing Legos and dolls with these children that I loved dearly. These moments were so intimate. As a father of a boy and girl it made it even more personal. I was later placed in a basketball gym. I was playing basketball with the kids. Kirk’s full control of my senses ended with us writing the number 4 on cement. “I just tripped on a number 4 carved in cement just two days ago and I see the number 4 when I sense him around,” Jessica confided.

“I know these are not my children, but I love them like they’re mine,” I told Jessica out of nowhere. Jessica validated my statement. This love story unexpectedly unfolds. Jessica shared that she never had the opportunity to hold or hug Kirk. Jessica never had the opportunity to fully express how much she loved him. Their love story started in the military. From the beginning oceans and land separated them. For years, Jessica and Kirk forged their love story over letters and phone calls. Life continued amid the miles that separated Jessica and Kirk. Their love story turned into friendship. Jessica later married and had children.

“What is sealed on Earth is sealed in Heaven.” After Jessica shared their unique love story, Kirk decided to kick into full throttle to make his intentions clearly known. I saw a silhouette of Mother Mary. “Mother Mary is showing up. Mother Mary shows up for three reasons. One, you are trying to conceive. Two, you are having problems being motherly which does not resonate. Three, you have had miscarriages. For you, I feel you are trying to conceive and have had miscarriages,” I told Jessica. Jessica validated that she did have miscarriages, but was not actively trying to conceive.

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Shortly after, I see Kirk, Mother Mary on the top, and a baby boy going down. It first I did not make the connection. More frankly, I registered Kirk’s intentions, but hesitated sharing this with Jessica. After a couple of times of seeing this image I proceeded with caution. “How do I deliver this to Jessica? Not everyone believes in reincarnation,” I silently asked myself. The image appeared once again. “Ok, this is my sign to deliver the message. Jessica, Kirk is trying to reincarnate as a child for you. Kirk started this session talking about your health. Your health issues are currently causing an emotional block and preventing him from reincarnating with you. I see Kirk, I see Mother Mary, and then I see a baby boy entering your life. The reason why Kirk is so present in your daily life is because spiritually, he is already here. I know this sounds ridiculous and crazy, but with every fiber of my being, this is what I feel and see for you.”

It would be stunning to share that Jessica is indeed pregnant, but she is not (not yet). My session with Jessica and Kirk shattered my understanding of soul mates. Kirk not only professed his love, but showed me the meaning of his love for Jessica. Jessica’s dreams of waking up pregnant were validated. Her intuition, long ago, told her she is going to get pregnant and feels like Kirk is still very much present in her daily life. I simply validated what she already knew and reassured her that everything is possible with God, even reincarnation. Because of Kirk, what is sealed in Heaven will be sealed on Earth, even after death, or multiple attempts. Soul mates are bonded in Heaven. Just like Robin William’s character, Chris, tells God in the movie What Dreams May Come, “I would go through it again to find Annie; to find that girl by the lake.”

And as for the Empire State Building that weaved in and out of our session? Jessica had a final question for me. “Do you know the name of the song that I often hear that reminds me of Kirk,” she asked before we concluded our session. I was not able to confirm, but she told it was If You Only Knew by Shinedown. I explained Spirit draws images from my experiences. Jessica sent me a text with a link to the video minutes after our session concluded. Mindlessly, I clicked on the hyperlink and to my surprise the Empire State Building was the backdrop of the video. The Empire State Building weaved in and out of the video much like it had throughout the reading. Kirk answered Jessica’s questions long before she even asked.

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Ode to my mother, Mary

“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.” Maya Angelou’s words ring as true today as they did growing up. My earliest memories are not of Disneyland, carnival rides, soccer practices, or extravagant birthday parties. Contrary, my earliest memories are of darkness. I cannot remember which came first, the time I hid under my bed and urinated on myself or the time I saw my mother’s battered face against a tree: the mix of blood and tree bark was not found on the color wheel shown to me in pre-kindergarten the day before. As a child, I was conditioned to automatically fear my alcoholic father.  Others did not need to influence me. His actions directly manifested my conditioning. Such as the universe works in mysterious ways to balance darkness and light, my mother was the loving superhero that quickly recovered and comforted her boys. As my childhood memories flow through my consciousness a sweet smell is stamped on every memory picture. I note that the smell of fresh red and pink roses moments before a rainstorm and a Texas spring have always been present.

My mother had the strength and assertiveness of a man. Like Hulk Smash, she quickly morphed into my superhero when she needed to protect her boys or herself from abusive men. I vividly remember the moment I felt the urge to check in with my mother after hours of playing down the street with my brothers and friends. At the age of 13 I knew to follow my intuition. A hint of the reoccurring sweet smell of a Texas spring accentuated my intuition. I walked in the house just in time to see my mother raise an iron skillet behind the wooden kitchen table turned on its side. It was evident that the kitchen table served as an Aegeus shield for my mother. imageI witness my superhero in action. That night after the cops where called and after being displaced to a friend’s house, my loving mother comforted my brothers and me as we feel asleep to her repeating affirmation, “We will be alright. Everything will be ok.”

For the majority of my life my mother was a single parent. On Father’s Day, my brothers and I made it a point to buy our mother flowers and a card. Oddly enough, Hallmark did not carry a card that conveyed, “Happy Father’s Day to the Best Mother in The World.” I guess single parenting was not common enough to warrant a section for mothers who acted as both parents. We recognized her struggles to maintain a house and raise three crazy boys. My mother embodied both father and mother, masculine and feminine, and strength and love. “I don’t need a father,” I found myself sharing my sentiment to anyone that would care to listen.

As my childhood catches up to the present, I know now the importance that Mother Mary has played in my life. She has accompanied me all these years. Mother Mary, like my mother, is very loving, kind, nurturing, feminine, and at the same time, masculine and assertive. My religion taught me to pray to God, Jesus, Mother Mary, and to any saint. imageAs a catholic I am comfortable invoking saints and Mother Mary when as needed. I do ultimately pray to one, supreme, heavenly Father, but Mother Mary is the one that visits me in my dreams. She comforted me the many nights I feared being abducted by my father. She assuaged my nightmares and dried my tears with love and grace. She was present when I managed depression caused by years of molestation and caused my hands to steer left seconds before contemplating driving into a light post on I35 South. Most importantly though, I now know she has been my intuition.

The day before my mother passed to be with her Heavenly Father I prayed and meditated. I am a believer that our loved ones need to hear “I forgive you” or “please forgive me for” so they can cross stripped of any guilt or rancor they may harbor. In that hour of meditation, I told my mother everything she needed to hear.  “Mom, I forgive you for not being there to prevent my being molested. I forgive you for not seeing the signs to put a stop to it. I forgive you for not being my superhero in this one situation in my life.” Similarly I asked for forgiveness. “Please forgive me for not visiting you as much as we both would have liked. Please forgive me for sponsoring my father to become a US Citizen against your wishes. Please forgive me for the moments I did not meet your expectations as a son.” I concluded my monologue with, “I thank you for being the center of my universe, and I thank you for being the best mother and father. I love you unconditionally and I cannot wait to get to know you better from the other side. I welcome you to all aspects of my life and eagerly anticipate sharing my spiritual development with you and your assistance.” My mediation was cathartic. It was a lifetime of therapy sessions condensed in a power hour; a divinely induced energy release.imageThis moment was an ode to my mother. As I started to ground myself from my meditative state, a silhouette of Mother Mary appeared in my mind’s eye. A fragrant smell of roses moments before the rain validated the importance of this special moment.

John 4:24 How To Handle Crazy

January 23, 2016, marked the first full moon of 2016. I wanted to write you to warn you of the many werewolves, crazies, and zombies you may see tomorrow [insert Michael Jackson’s Thriller]. Ha. john 4 part 2On a serious note though, I have noticed the amount of fear people are harboring these days. I am not sure if the full moon is to blame, or the passionate, sensational political season, or the recent depraved acts committed by humans against humans and animals alike flooding our headlines, radio, and T.V. Regardless of the source, fear appears to be the present energy.

Early in my spiritual journey I found myself often tired and fatigued way before bedtime. The best way to convey how my body felt is a combination of mental fog, hangover-like tiredness, mixed with a little runner’s high serum. In addition to my crazy body reactions, I realized that I could feel the energy, the common sentiment, around me. I am empathic.

As I grow and mature my mediumship, I have learned the importance of prayer, meditation, and setting boundaries. For anyone knowingly or unknowingly starting their spiritual path, please note that the veil between this world and the spiritual realm becomes thinner. As the veil becomes thinner, learn to protect and ground yourself. I acknowledge there is bad in the world but I have learned not to fall prey to it. From the first vile acts reported in Genesis, Cain against Abel, to the unimaginable killing of children ordered by King Herod as chronicled in Exodus, bad has and will always be part of our human experience.

Below are tips and prayers I incorporate to help protect and ground myself:

  • Daily prayers and meditating (this is what I usually say in my moment of prayer)
    • AM:
      God, thank you for being with me today. Thank you for surrounding me with your love and your white light God; allowing only love, joy, happiness, laughter, and abundance in my life and rebuking anything else that doesn’t serve me, Lord, seen or unseen. Thank you for not allowing any one to bother me during the hours of 8-5 while I am at work. Thank you for giving me guidance and direction to navigate my spiritual growth as I learn I am in control of when people come through.
    • PM:
      Thank you Lord for this wonderful day. Thank you for the many blessings in my life. I thank you for giving me clarity on my gifts and life purpose. Thank you for keeping all spirits at bay while I sleep. I allow only divine messages through my dreams; only messages from You and Your Angels, God. Thank you for making me in control of my gifts, God, and I welcome your will for me, Lord.
  • Limit the amount of news you watch. Yellow journalism swings both ways. Remember the purpose of sensational journalism is to arouse, ignite fear, and perpetuate panic and anxiety. In lieu of watching the news, I read headlines, news blurbs, and iPhone News which condenses news to a few lines. I attempt to be current in world affairs while being conscience on not engulfing myself in news.
  • Learn to shut it off. When I do a reading, I imagine a window with a sign. I flip the sign to “open” to let those on the other side I am open for channeling messages. Likewise, I flip it to close when I am done. I am in control. [Insert Janet Jackson’s In Control]. I recommend you try something similar to shut off the white noise, the copious amounts of tasks, to-dos, emails, etc. occupying your mind.
  • Take salt baths. It does wonders when trying to shake off bad vibes and helps replenish your soul.
  • Eat sage (an herb) or burn dry sage in your living space. I pray and ask God to clear the space around me as I walk around with lighted dry sage.
  • When you shower, imagine God’s white light pouring on you. Imagine His pure love washing down on you. After you do this a few times, I swear you will start to feel His love.
  • Learn to not get involved in other people’s drama. This one was especially hard. The peacemaker inside me wants to fix people’s issues for the sake of calming the tension I feel around a particular situation. As a friend, I sought to help and inevitably frequently plagued with unintended consequences. Remember, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”
  • Learn to distinguish the difference between ego, and intuition. Remember ego is fear-based and nags as long as you feed it. It is those insecurities you have speaking loud and clear. Intuition is restrained and often a fleeting thought or feeling.
  • Meditate

john 4 part 3To conclude, in Scripture, John 4:24, we know “God is Spirit, and those who worship Him must worship in Spirit and Truth”. To me, the truth is there is good and bad in the world. I know God is Spirit. I pray, meditate, and have faith that His grace is with me and allows only love, joy, happiness, laughter, and abundance in my life and shuts the door to any werewolves, crazies, and zombies.

Merry Christmas

Arch Angel Gabriel tells Mary, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people” (Luke 2:10). Mary’s Annunciation, Angel Gabriel, and the three wise men that carried myrrh, frankincense, and gold across many miles to baby Jesus have long fascinated me. Merry Christmas 3As a Mexican Catholic by tradition, the nativity scene is emblazoned in my mind from a young age. One good Posada with the long walk and the repeating prayers and songs will make anyone versed in the Annunciation and the nativity scene. Merry Christmas 4Fast forward approximately 2015 years. Is it strange to think of Angels, Mother Mary, and Jesus outside the Bible? Is it strange to think of Angels, Mother Mary, and Jesus as nondenominational? Before I embraced my ability as a medium, I too thought it was crazy, heresy, blasphemous, and anomalous to think of such things outside of Christianity. As a Christian, on this special time when I celebrate the birth of Jesus, I give thanks to The Lord for the ability to deliver messages from Mother Mary and Arch Angel Gabriel to Christians and non-believers alike.

How is that possible you may ask? Honestly I do not know how it is possible. I just know that it happens. Apostle Paul sums it up perfectly for me in 1 Corinthian 12:7 when he says, “To each person has been given the ability to manifest the Spirit for the common good.” I have learned not to question it, but rather to lead by faith and just deliver messages.

Are you having a baby, trying to have a baby, had a miscarriage, or questioning your motherhood/fatherhood? Most likely Mother Mary is with you and will make a guest appearance, chime in, and impart sage advice. In my sessions, I feel her presence. Merry Christmas 2To me, Mother Mary feels like my mother: nurturing, loving, assertive, but kind. She smells like roses and spring. Also, she looks like a soft pink hue. I do not see her face per se, I feel, smell, and have learned to associate soft pink hue to Mother Mary. From time to time, Mother Mary will appear as a silhouette in my mind’s eye.

On my 20-minute drive to a client’s house, I suddenly felt Mother Mary’s presence and instantly knew the session would center on a child. I knock on my client’s door, I sit down, and within a couple of minutes I validate my client’s repeated failed attempts to conceive. I share with my client that Mother Mary is partnering with her grandmother to make her desires for mothering a child possible. Although this client is not Catholic or religious, she welcomes the message with no hang ups.  She is a non-believer client that believes in the message. On this day, my client had three special guests appear: her grandmother, Mother Mary, and Arch Angel Gabriel. Most often, Mother Mary and Gabriel are a packaged deal; a divine pair.

Arch Angel Gabriel means “Messenger of God”. My wife and I named our son after Angel Gabriel because we love the Annunciation story, not realizing the meaning behind the name. From Luke1:13-16, we know that Gabriel also appeared to Zechariah to announce the birth of John the Baptist (Jesus’ cousin). Like Mother Mary, he is present when a pregnancy is in the air. Gabriel is the messenger of God and often makes cameos in my sessions to those who have a message to deliver like artists, writers, singers, composers, photographers, painters etc.

The first time I realized that Angel Gabriel was with me was at a wedding. After a few drinks and a long night of celebrating a beautiful wedding, I felt a faint pressure on my chest. This pressure was different as typically, the pain is heavy and almost suffocating-like for those loved ones who have passed who try to get my attention. To me, Angel Gabriel looks and feels feminine, soft, and warm. He smells like moments before a rain storm, and looks like a gentle pale white flickering light. Merry Christmas 5At the wedding, I was left alone with a friend. I shared with her that she was expecting, it would be a girl, and that Angel Gabriel was with her. Thankfully, my friend did not slap me or abruptly walk away from the conversation; rather she proceeded to share her dreams of having a baby girl. Not to my surprise, ten months later she was blessed with a healthy, baby girl.

After the first encounter with Angel Gabriel, he has been with me to deliver messages to friends and family who haven’t figured out their life purpose, who have a book to write, or have a song to compose. Most recently, I had the honor to do a reading for my sister. She lives in El Salvador. We did not grow up together, but we share an unconditional love that binds us. Before the reading, I saw the white flickering lights that I associate with Angel Gabriel. Although her grandfather was the person I was channeling at the time, Angel Gabriel took a few minutes to make his cue. He showed me a blank book and words being typed. I immediately told her, “You have a book to write. In fact, the book is almost finished in your mind already; however, you are delaying putting it on paper.” The message deeply resonated with her. This time, her grandfather and Angel Gabriel were partnering to nudge her to publish her book. My sister was in awe that I was able to reach in her mind and heart and pull out her strongest desires of publishing a book.

On this Christmas holiday do not be afraid. Please know that The Lord and His Angels bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Tis the season of giving and for that reason, I share nuggets of wise advice from private sessions I have held. I know The Lord and His Army of Angels want you to have self-compassion, self-forgiveness, and to be happy.

Self-compassion: love yourself. Do not be harsh if you forget your lap top at home causing you to be late to work. Do not beat yourself for enjoying delicious food with friends and family. Make time for yourself. Luke 5:16 describes Jesus withdrawing himself in the wilderness to pray and be alone. Keep it New Testament style and make time for yourself. In this world of chaos, time-is-money mentality, process improvements and efficiency, time is against us when we permit it. Always remember we are created in His image. Anyone who is a parent knows how defeated you feel when you witness your children being overly critical over their appearance or other short comings. As parents we just want to absorb all their insecurities and show them their true worth. Remember that next time you’re beating yourself up. We are all His children.

Self-forgiveness: forgive yourself for what you did or did not do. In the eve of my mother’s passing, I prayed and mediated for forgiveness. In my mind, I asked God to forgive me for all my transgressions against my mother and I asked my mother to forgive me the many times I fell short in her eyes. It was one of my most cathartic experiences ever. How can you love anyone else if you do not love yourself? Part of learning to love yourself is learning to live guilt free. As a Christian, know that Jesus died for your sins. He carried that cross for you to love yourself.

Be happy: find out what makes you happy. Soon after you define and implement what makes you happy, passion and abundance will ensue. I graduated college in 2003. In 2014 I finally discovered what makes me happy, my passion, and my life purpose. I have always been great at my job, over excelling, and promoting quickly within any organization that I worked. My jobs have always been lackluster, though. I was driven by money and a title, but never really found peace at work. On April 18, 2015, I published my first blog about my gift. For the first time in my life, I can say I am truly all around happy with myself. I love my wife and children, I enjoy my work, and I dedicate time to fuel my soul by meeting with clients and channeling messages from their passed loved ones and Angels.

“For to us a child is born. To us a son is given and the government will be his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace” Isaiah 9:6

Holiday Reflection

“We were poor but we had love. That’s the one thing that [momma] made sure of.” Loretta Lynn’s lyrics hypnotize me. It is Black Friday and North Texas’ first freeze. I fail to keep up with the conversation over dinner at Babe’s Chicken Dinner House. My senses are on overdrive. The crispy, double fried chicken thigh and buttery mashed potatoes and flashbacks of my past dominate my sensory motherboard. My Past plays in my mind. The Present enjoys dinner with my family which includes my father from Nevada and sister from El Salvador. On this holiday season, my Future affirms my children will not know the plight of a “miner’s wage,” thanks to momma’s hard work.

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“Momma loved and raised [four] kids on a [seamstress’] pay.” As a child, we never celebrated Thanksgiving. For my brothers and me, it was a break from school. My momma worked and usually only had Thanksgiving Day off. “I seen her fingers bleed, to complain there was no need.” Yes, I recall seeing my mom’s finger bleed through the gauze as she described a sewing needle piercing her thumb. She never complained as she drifts to sleep to start all over tomorrow morning. Spirit plays this moment just minutes after I complain about Wal-Mart’s ridiculous Black Friday crowd. After I make the connection that I should be gracious for this moment, in my mind, “she smiles in mommy’s understanding way.”

“In the summertime we didn’t have shoes to wear but in the wintertime we’d all get a brand new pair.” Christmas was always bitter sweet. To me, this season was bitter because I never had the opportunity to believe in Santa Claus. After a few disappointing Christmases, I was conditioned not to believe in Santa Claus against all earnest attempts of the contrary. Jesus’ birth was sweet because of non-profit organizations such as the Salvation Army and King’s Daughters. God blessed me with loving teachers. My Kindergarten teacher is my hero. She blessed our family with memorable Christmas: shoes, clothes, Christmas Tree, and a toy. I know momma worked hard to pay the bills and maintain our livelihood. Momma’s love prevailed over the poverty. I knew the trailer we lived in was no mansion, but somehow I was fulfilled. I was once a Salvation Army Angel, and I know the Lord blessed me with many Angels throughout my life.

“Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then.” “Yes they have,” I quietly thank God. My wife and I made a life for ourselves. By the grace of God, hard work that I learned from my momma, and education, I am prepared to give my children a life my momma and I always wanted. The glass of Malbec is empty. I pour one more glass and enjoy this humbling holiday reflection as the song continues to play, “and it’s so good to be back home again. Not much left but the floors, nothing lives here anymore, except the memories of a coal miner’s daughter.”